Saturday, 29 May 2010

Poetry and performance

Recently I attended two separate evenings of theatrical performances of poetry. Both were extremely well acted and produced, and both were based on very dramatic and well-written poetry. This has led me to thinking about the link between performance and poetry, the distinctions and differences, and the, what to me now seem rather obvious, similarities.

The first performance I attended was local poet Bernadette Cremin's 'Altered Egos'; a series of six monologues by six different characters created through Bernadette's very narrative and identity-driven poetry. Each character was very distinct, and brought vividly to life by Bernadette's powerful and evocative words, wigs, a few props, and her talented acting. The poems included new pieces as well as older poems that I personally had heard and read before. And Bernadette is very much a performance poet. Although her poems stand up on the page, there is always something more about hearing them read, especially by Bernadette as she draws the audience in with her emotions, stories and words, her focus (interacting with her audience by not reading off the page), her amazing outfits and her often bare feet. She always tells a story, and her characters are always real and colourful. However, there is a big leap between even this kind of performed reading, and a performance based on poems. And Bernadette made that leap with style and grace. The end result was an enjoyable, interesting and thought-provoking evening.

A week later I was lucky enough to be in the audience for a dramatic recreation of 'The World's Wife' by Carol Ann Duffy, produced and performed by the Galway-based Mephisto Theatre Company. Again these were words I was familiar with on the page; again the poems are character and identity-driven. And, like Bernadette's brave performance, the three talented members of Mephisto easily bridged the gap between theatre and poetry. The poems were performed using a small number of props and various costumes, while the actors became the wives of famous men and bought the audience into their lives and their stories. And yet they also allowed the poetry to shine through, the words to sink in and linger; their visual representations of them only added to the poignancy, enabling us to truly hear these women.

Today, theatre and poetry is often seen as separate. Poets still write for the page, and often read from the page when sharing their work. Theatre is more 'common', more for the masses, it seems. But of course Shakespeare is just as famous for his poetry as for his drama, and his plays are poetic in themselves. Poetry is about rhythm and rhyme, needs to be read aloud and heard as well as structured. Too often today poetry seems to be about the words and structure, and less about the rhythm and rhyme, the capturing of a thought or a moment or an observation. It's more about being clever with words than about being real. Theatre, of course, is fiction, is exaggerated and dramatic. But it is emotion and interaction with the audience, as well as story. Surely this is what poetry should be as well? And there is nothing to say that poetry can't be fiction. The 'I' of the poem may not be the poet, just the narrator, but it is likely to also say something about the poet and his or her views on the world. Maybe poetry is drama without the drama? Something pared down and made 'real', for whatever value of 'real' you can assign it. Especially as poetry is rather marginalised within today's society; bringing it to theatre audiences can open it up, de-mystify it, and allow it to actually be heard. Actors can portray the drama, emotion and sounds in poetry, and bring it to a new and different audience, while poets are able to bring meaning, emotion and metaphor to the theatre.

Thursday, 13 May 2010

Final thoughts and what next?

Now that NaPoWriMo is over for another year, it's time for reflection. I enjoyed the challenge of creating 30 poems in 30 days, and although I didn't follow each readwritepoem.org prompt the day it was posted, I did write at least one poem on most days during the month, and ended up with probably 20 workable poems that I am relatively happy with, and 30 piece overall. It's 20 more than I had in April, and there were some interesting and fun prompts. I particularly liked the song titles prompt and the idea of the cleve poem. I also found myself re-introduced to the 'found poem', something I've enjoyed creating / finding in the past.

I've now given some thought as to the future of this blog. Originally, I only planned to use it as somewhere to share and collect my NaPoWriMo poems, but I've found it useful to have this forum available to me. Therefore, I have decided to keep this blog open, and hopefully post fairly regularly, on poetry-related subjects, thoughts, prompts and even actual poems.

Until next time...

Friday, 30 April 2010

NaPoWriMo Day 30

Today's quote:"If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone." ~Thomas Hard

Today's prompt:
A free day

Today's poem:

Singularity

You have the power to pull me close,
My undivided attention focused only on you,
In a moment that seems to last forever,
In the smallest space between us.

You are my singularity,
Your gravity well holding me fast to you.
The closer we get
The more of myself I lose, in you,
Until there is no more you or I,
Only us.

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Today's quote: "Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them." ~Dennis Gabor

Today's prompt:
In a nice private place, pick out a stanza, or a few lines, that you like from a poem that you don’t otherwise feel was very successful. Say them over to yourself.

Now hum them. See if you can find the tune.

And now sing them aloud. (Who cares if you can sing? You’re in private. And this is poetry!)

Throwing away the rest of the poem, write two more stanzas (stand-alone or connected) that go to the same tune.

Today's poem:


Burning Daylight


Solstice – night creeps in slow,
Holding back in honor of the sun,
Burning hot and large directly above us,
As we head for high ground
Bathing ourselves in the midsummer.

The light fades gently
Into orange, purple, red.
We breath in the evening air,
Breath out poetry
On this most magical of nights,
Releasing our words into the world.

Thursday, 29 April 2010

NaPoWriMo Day 23

Today's quote: "Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry." ~W.B. Yeats

Today's prompt:
Write a poem in which you combine a speaker and an event that normally don’t go together (such as sports broadcasters and poetry writing)

August 28th 1963

Today's poem:

I like this fellow,
He is very forceful,
Has the crowd dancing to his tune.

I too have a dream;
I too could stand in front of my followers,
Have them cheering me onwards.

He talks now of destiny, and freedom,
Of equality and colour.
I know of only one colour,
Of one side,
But I too know of destiny.

I have worked hard for my powers,
Have kept fighting all these years,
Much as King has,
Rising up against my teachers and leaders,
Showing them the truth in what we can do.

He talks of children,
And I think of my own,
Hidden from me at an early age.
All that I would show them,
Share my empire with them.

One day his dream may come true,
And one day I know mine shall,
The empire will know no equal,
The Death Star is nearly complete.

NaPoWriMo Day 29

Today's quote: "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." Dead Poet's Society

Today's prompt: choose your favourite newspaper or online news provider. Jot down five to ten headlines that jump out at you and without reading the articles, select elements from each headline to create a new event about which your poem reports.

Today's poem:

Life Spectator

It is who you know,
Not what you know,
When television fans win court cases,
And murder charges are bought
In a case regarding a Playstation.

Take some time out,
Get some fresh air,
Watch for space rocks, stars,
Or even play some football,
Rather than be purely
A life spectator.

Some have money to burn,
Spending £100,000 on a dead man's words,
While other live in poverty and homelessness,
As house prices soar and technology prices fall.
But the sky and the sea
Are free to all.
Watch the best entertainment,
As the tide roars and the sun shines;
Dare not to be just a life spectator.



Notes: While this might not be a news story poem specifically, I was drawn to various headlines and stories on the BBC website today, resulting in a poem about the news of living, or not really living, in general.

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Today's quote: "A poet can survive everything but a misprint." ~Oscar Wilde

Today's prompt: Travel a while on The Phrase Finder website until you find the phrase or phrase origin that most interests you. Take some notes, do a free-write or three, and see where a little word exploration takes you.

Today's poem:

Mercury

They say he has mercury in his mind,
Affecting his judgement,
Changing him every day.
The hats started some time ago,
At first they were a welcome distraction
From his rambling ideas,
Something to focus on.
A black trilby, a grey fedora,
A brown bowler soon followed.
Smart, classic choices
But then they changed.
A blue velvet top hat appeared,
Next, a red fez with a feather on top,
Worn at a jaunty angle.
Their distractions were no longer welcome.
The pretty pink straw boater
Was the last straw, they say,
And now his hats are said,
To be mad as his mind.